Brooklyn was an 18-year-old girl, who was extremely popular, had blonde hair, and engaged in gossip. She was a Regina George type of person, but with slightly more compassion. She was waiting for her friends, Amelia, Nicole, and Delilah.
"Where the fuck have you been Nicole?" asked Brooklyn.
"Uhh...SHOPPING!" exclaimed Nicole.
"Ok, Jesus," said Brooklyn.
After that, they proceed to walk to the man, in their glamorous high heels.
"Hey, you?" asked Brooklyn. "Can you give to me, you fucking piece of sh-"
"Ok, ok," said the old man. "Here."
"Thanks," the group all said.
"So, what the hell are we gonna do with this?" asked Amelia.
"We'll play at my house," Brooklyn said.
"Why the fuck we can't play at our own houses?" asked Nicole.
"Thanks for the question Nicole, you daughter of a bitch, but we are playing at my place. And that's final."
Eventually, they arrived at Brooklyn's mansion, filled with everything pink, and felt it has too much glitter.
"So, what wants to go fucking first?"